"Missy! Missy!"
"Oh, gawd, Mr. Sexton!" she sobbed. Hot cream filled her cunt. His load overflowed, seeped out, and drooled down her tan thighs. Missy kept on pumping her ass in and out, feeling her climax, and shaking all over.
Mr. Sexton kept fucking, kept cumming, his cock erupting in Missy's young pussy.
"Oh, we're fuckin' good," he huffed. "I know," she breathed hotly, her voice a whisper. "We're really doin' it. You're really fuckin' that big boner in me, sir. I… I… ohhhhh, oh! Ahhhhh!"
They finally drew long, deep breaths. Mr. Sexton pulled out. Missy trembled, leaning against the desk.
"I better get back to the dance," she said.
"Both of us, before they miss us. I wanna see you again soon, Missy. Okay?"
"Sure!" She smiled and reached over, picked up her pink panties, and wiggled cutely into them.
CHAPTER FIVE
Missy went back to the school dance, and Mr. Sexton followed about ten minutes later. She went to the punch bowl and stood for a minute.
Billy Rolfe came up. He was a tight end on the football team. He was very good-looking. He had blonde hair cut in an All-American crewcut. He was lean, well-built and sexy. He towered over her.
"Hi, wanna dance?" he asked.
"Sure," Missy said.
He took her hand and they went out and boogied down to a hot Huey Lewis record. Missy looked good, shaking, bumping, moving about the floor in her tight black skirt, her tit filled pink sweater, and her little pink high heels. The next record was a slow song, and Billy took her in his arms and pulled her close.
She let him hold her against him, and as he did, she felt his cock harden, throb to an erection, and thump at her belly.
Gee, she thought, do guys always get so turned on when they dance with a girl?